Susan darted across the hall, and ran upstairs to her master's room.
She knocked loudly on the door, crying,--

"The ghost, master! the ghost! the old miser's ghost is in the
kitchen!"

"What?" roared the captain, starting suddenly from his peaceful
slumbers.

The girl repeated her awful announcement. The captain sprang out of
bed, dressed himself in trousers and dressing-gown, and ran down-
stairs, the girl close behind him.

They were just in time to see the figure, in the red head-gear and long
grey dressing-gown, slowly stalking from the scullery door.

The captain followed the phantom into the garden; but held himself at a
respectful distance from the figure, as it slowly paced along the
smooth gravel pathway leading towards the laurel hedge.

The figure reached the low boundary that divided the garden from the
river bank, crossed it, and vanished amongst the thick white mists that
rose from the water.

Joseph Duncombe trembled. A ghost was just the one thing which could
strike terror to the seaman's bold heart.

When the figure had vanished, Captain Duncombe went to the spot where
it had passed out of the garden.